Log Date:
	3/28/98, 3/29/98, 4/6/98

Log Cast:
	Han Solo, Meileani Kirand, Jindra Langri

Log Intro:
	Han has been spending days on Kashyyyk waiting -- and none too
patiently -- for his planned rendezvous with the joint NRI/GroundOps
mission headed to Tatooine to try to recover two missing NR vessels. The
Corellian has reasons of his own to accompany the mission, too: Mon
Mothma's request to him to try to start plumbing his old smuggler contacts
for potential individuals who can be coaxed under the banner of the New
Republic. 'Contact' is arguably the safest word Han can apply to Kass
Turlon, the woman he wishes to meet on Tatooine under the cover of 
pretending to be her brother Gavril; he's uncertain about how his plan
will play out, not to mention his ability to successfully sneak in and
out under the collective noses of the Empire while not flying his own
ship. Already on edge, it hasn't helped him in the slightest that he's
not hit it off at all well with a few of the Marines assigned to accompany
the mission... 
	It hasn't helped, either, that Han remains uncertain of the state
of things between him and Chewbacca... and that his brief interlude on
Calamari in Leia's company hasn't yet managed to ease the ache of months
spent apart from her.
	And it's helped least of all that Han's finally received
the word that not only has Luke has not only been captured by the Imperials,
no one has seen fit to inform _him_ of this until many days after the
fact, until after he's committed himself to the Tatooine mission. 
	Temperamental over the mission, edgy with worry and barely suppressed
guilt over the missing Jedi, and wrestling with his general usefulness to
all of the little adopted family he's developed over the course of the
Rebellion and the birth of the New Republic, it's a restless Han Solo indeed
who's trying to kill time as the _Black Eagle_ finally makes its way through
hyperspace towards Tatooine...

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Moments of quiet have been a rarity on this crowded ship as she's streaked 
  through hyperspace, but somehow, Han Solo has managed to get the forward 
  lounge to himself for a while. The Corellian has stretched his rangy frame 
  out along his bunk, and is shuffling a deck of cards between his fingers as 
  he glowers up at the ceiling overhead.

Footsteps quietly make their way towards the lounge, lightly treading closer 
  until Meileani arrives in the doorway. She glances around for a moment, 
  noting the glower, and asks quietly, "Mind some company?"

Solo's hazel eyes lift up, taking in the agent, and he smirks before swinging 
  booted feet down off the side of the bunk. "Nah," he drawls gruffly.

Her blue eyes spot the cards and she smiles a bit, walking over to the table. 
  "Good, because those Marines snore loud enough to wake the dead. And they're 
  worse when they're awake." The agent smiles, "Fancy a game of sabacc to 
  while away the time?"

Solo snorts, evidently in general disdain for the ground troops the _Black 
  Eagle_ is transporting along with him. Then, the hazel gaze that for days 
  appears to have been veiled and hard sparks a little, with something that 
  might be interest; he glances down at the deck, and then back up at the 
  agent. Dark eyebrows rise. "Depends. What do you wanna use for stakes?"

The spy echoes the raised eyebrows. "I'm just a poor agent, Mr. Solo...I don't 
  have a thing except the clothes on my back and a few credits."

"Yeah, well, that makes two of us, sister." Solo rises, though, and lopes over 
  to join the other at the table, settling down to slouch in his chosen seat, 
  riffling the cards through his lean fingers. A trace of a smile curls his 
  mouth. "This deck won't reset itself. We ain't got an interference field to 
  stabilize a changin' deck anyway, so we'll just hafta make do with less 
  interesting cards, ya know." His look's guileless enough, though there might 
  be a hint of challenge somewhere behind his eyes. Or, perhaps, a 
  not-so-subtle way to see how much Meileani Kirand actually knows about the 
  game. "You mind?"

A small, demure smile graces the spy's face, "Not at all. I find natural 
  probabilities can be almost as much fun as false odds."

"Well, alright, then." The Corellian starts shuffling the cards in earnest, 
  though his gaze remains on the woman seated across from him, a touch 
  restless, a touch edgy. "We'll have to bet on something other than credits. 
  Got anything in mind?"

The woman settles into a seat gracefully, a hand pushing her hair back from 
  her face. "How about...secrets? It's a little bit safer than strip sabacc, I 
  think..." She grins playfully, "If not quite as much fun."

Solo's hands pause a moment on the cards, and his hazel eyes narrow slightly, 
  searchingly. "Secrets," he echoes, a 'you did say what I thought you said, 
  yes?' sort of expression crossing his face.

She sits back slightly, adding, "Nothing that might harm another, of 
  course...But still, something you'd rather not tell anyone. I know I have a 
  few."

The Corellian's expression turns a little... odd, for a moment. Uncomfortable, 
  perhaps. But the moment is fleeting, and his usual smirk is back in place as 
  he answers, "You're on, sweetheart. My deck -- I'll deal first."

A lazy smile crosses Meileani's face as she nods, "Of course."

Solo shuffles the cards for a while, a fairly dextrous rearranging of the deck 
  that indicates long familiarity, before casually tossing off four cards to 
  his opponent and then four to himself.

10_of_Coins
 5_of_Sabers
 8_of_Flasks
 Iddiot
 Score: 23

The spy studies her cards, head tilting a bit. She glances up at Solo briefly, 
  before resuming her contemplation.

Han Solo takes a cursory glance at the four cards he's dealt himself, but his 
  expression reveals absolutely nothing. Either the man has an indifferent 
  hand, or he has a most excellent sabacc face. "Take your time," he murmurs, 
  almost politely, despite his reputation for general lack of manners.

Meileani smiles, "Thank you."

"I'm a sucker for pretty women," Solo replies airily. "Comes from being 
  Corellian. Ready, then...?"

"'Sucker' is not a word I'd use to describe you, Mr. Solo." She grins just a 
  touch and nods, "I'm always ready."

With more of a smile than a smirk, Solo inclines his head almost graciously, 
  and turns over his cards. "You're too kind."

Gavril_Turlon calls, and everybody's score is shown.
Scores:
Gavril_Turlon = 23 - Pure Sabacc
Laya = 12

The spy concedes with a grin. "Lovely hand."
"I've never been good at cards...Nor lucky in love. Ah, well."

Solo actually honestly smiles at that, seeming to relax, just a trifle. "You 
  wanna call that your secret for this round, then?"

Blue eyes twinkle, "Oh, now that's letting me off easy. But since I'm fairly 
  sure you're going to win a few more secrets out of me tonight, I'll agree." 
  Meileani tosses in her cards with a crinkle of her nose.

Solo promises, "I'll go easy on ya," and magnaminously pushes the cards across 
  the table. "Your deal, sweetheart."

She chuckles softly, "Gee, thanks." Despite her poor luck, her fingers are 
  nimble as she deals.

Jedi_Knight
 Master_of_Sabers
 Jedi_Master
 6_of_Coins
 Score: 17

No doubt about it; Han does seem to be relaxing a little. Perhaps it's the 
  simple act of card-playing; perhaps, just the fact that somebody is holding 
  a pleasant conversation with him. Still, as he takes up his second hand of 
  the game, he eyes it intently, his thoughts seeming to go momentarily 
  elsewhere.

The spy nibbles on her lower lip thoughtfully, fingering her cards. Mei might 
  be an intelligence agent, but she's not much of a card player.

Solo leans back in his chair, cards hidden under his hand before he casually 
  flips them over. "Okay, darlin', moment o' truth."

Mei almost visibly winces, "I'm horrible at this."

Laya shows his hand to everybody:
Idiot
 Commander_of_Staves
 3_of_Coins
 10_of_Flasks
Score: 2

"Hey, you shoulda seen me the first few times I tried to play," Solo says, 
  almost assuringly, despite the fact that his 17 is much closer to 23 than 2. 
  His smile turns briefly more lopsided.

"I bet you were cute in diapers back then." The dark-haired woman tosses her 
  cards in with a mild grimace, and a chuckle.

_That_ makes Solo smirk, and he drawls, "I couldn't tell ya," as he reaches to 
  gather up the cards for his next deal. His gaze, however, lingers on Kirand. 
  "So. I'm waitin'." The smirk shifts back towards smile, softening the 
  expectant glint of his eyes, though the Corellian clearly expects the bet to 
  be honored.

Taking a little breath, the spy smiles, "Hmm...Which to tell?" She leans back 
  a little, crossing her arms. "Before I was interested in joining the New 
  Republic, I lived on one of the most backwater planets around. We still had 
  a king, believe it or not, or at least until the Empire came." She grins, 
  lopsidedly, "At any rate, before I became a spy, I was in training to become 
  a courtesan on my home world. -That- is something I am not very proud of, 
  and not what I normally share over drinks at the spacer's bar."

Han waits patiently while his companion speaks, before he deals; at her 
  admission, he seems neither offended nor particularly surprised, though 
  there's a slight 'ah' sort of tilt to his head, as if something abruptly 
  made more sense to him. He says, however, "If it's any help, sweetheart, 
  some of the finest women I know of are in that profession, and I don't mean 
  that in a sexual sense." His expression is straightforward, as steady as his 
  sabacc face, though much more open. _Then_, he moves to deal.

Meileani smiles faintly, eyes glinting warmly, "Thanks."

Cards are dealt anew, and as he takes up his hand, Solo glances up and 
  crookedly grins in reply. "You're welcome."

Master_of_Staves
 5_of_Staves
 9_of_Flasks
 Dark_Jedi
 Score: 39

The spy smiles slightly, drawling, "By the end of this evening, Mr. Solo, 
  you're going to know all my secrets."

Solo maintains that casual slouch in his chair, glancing across his cards with 
  the same studied indifference with which he's greeted his previous two 
  hands, and he actually winks -- a sign, perhaps, that he is truly getting 
  more relaxed. "I'll promise not to spill any beans," he murmurs, as he moves 
  to replace one of his cards.

You discard your 'Master_of_Staves'. Your card values have changed, type 
  'show' before discarding again. After you have discarded 2 to 4 cards, type 
  'draw' as many times as your discarded. Type 'done' after drawing.

5_of_Staves
 9_of_Flasks
 Dark_Jedi
 Score:  25

Her lips quirk, "Thank you...And I extend the same promise, not that I'll ever 
  win a hand."

You discard your 'Dark_Jedi'. Your card values have changed, type 'show' 
  before discarding again. After you have discarded 2 to 4 cards, type 'draw' 
  as many times as your discarded. Type 'done' after drawing.

9_of_Flasks
 5_of_Staves
 Score:  14

You draw '1_of_Flasks'
You draw 'Mistress_of_Flasks'

9_of_Flasks
 5_of_Staves
 1_of_Flasks
 Mistress_of_Flasks
 Score: 28

Taking a couple more cards, Solo flashes Kirand a lazy smile, and says dryly, 
  "I've been known to lose a hand occasionally."

Gavril_Turlon shows his hand to everybody:
9_of_Flasks
 5_of_Staves
 1_of_Flasks
 Mistress_of_Flasks
Score: 5

Laya shows his hand to everybody:
Ranccor
 10_of_Coins
 7_of_Flasks
 1_of_Coins
Score: 22

With a bright grin, the lady spy shows off her cards, "And I've been known to 
  win. Although I'm usually accused of cheating shortly afterwards." She leans 
  back, eyes twinkling. "I believe you owe me a secret?"

Coughing a little, Solo folds up his cards, and fiddles with them between his 
  right hand's fingers for a few moments. Maybe it's because Kirand had 
  mentioned her own raising that he finally says gruffly, "You were raised to 
  be a courtesan... me, I was raised to be a thief." His eyes go a trifle 
  distant. "There was this captain... Shrike. Worked for him when I was a kid, 
  though I was raised by a Wookiee who cooked for him. Dewlanna."

Mei nods just a touch, murmuring, "The only thing wrong with being a thief is 
  when you let greed get between you and what's right. I've met thieves who 
  are some of the most generous, honest people I've ever met. And I've met 
  councilmen and 'honest men' who would as soon skin you and send you to 
  Kessel as breathe on you."

Solo smiles crookedly again, considering his opponent with a touch more 
  appreciation lurking in his expression, a glint of 'ah yes, we do understand 
  one another, don't we'. He takes up the deck again, and deals, remarking, 
  "Sounds like we know a lot of the same people, sweetheart."

Rancor
 Commander_of_Sabers
 3_of_Sabers
 7_of_Flasks
 Score: 26

The spy smiles easily, studying her cards, "I think people are pretty much the 
  same all over the universe."

The doors of the lounge slide open, revealing Jindra in the doorway. She steps 
  inside, a datapad swinging in one hand as she enters. The doors snap shut 
  behind her and she casually looks about the room.

"Yeah," Solo drawls, "ninety-eight percent of all sentient life is scum. 
  Learned that one fairly fast. Corellia, for example, is home to some of the 
  finest scum in the galaxy." He winks just a bit, and trades in a couple of 
  his cards.

You discard your 'Commander_of_Sabers'. Your card values have changed, type 
  'show' before discarding again. After you have discarded 2 to 4 cards, type 
  'draw' as many times as your discarded. Type 'done' after drawing.
You discard your '7_of_Flasks'. Your card values have changed, type 'show' 
  before discarding again. After you have discarded 2 to 4 cards, type 'draw' 
  as many times as your discarded. Type 'done' after drawing.

You draw 'Ace_of_Staves'
You draw '4_of_Coins'

3_of_Sabers
 Rancor
 Ace_of_Staves
 4_of_Coins
 Score: 26

"It's important to have pride in your home planet." The dark haired woman 
  grins cheekily.

Laya shows his hand to everybody:
Lord_of_Sith
 10_of_Staves
 11_of_Staves
 Master_of_Flasks
Score: 46 - Sabacc

"Ouch," murmurs Solo blandly, turning over his cards.

3_of_Sabers
 Rancor
 Ace_of_Staves
 4_of_Coins
 Score: 3

Jindra glances at the pair playing Sabacc as she moves toward the couch 
  against the wall. She says nothing to interrupt the game, and finally turns 
  her eyes to the couch as she takes seat on the arm of it. She wraps her 
  fingers around the datapad as she holds it with both hands now.
Jindra looks at you for a moment.

Mei whistles, eyes twinkling, "It looks like you owe me a secret, Mr. Solo." 
  She nods politely to Jindra as the other woman enters.

"I thought you said you were lousy at this game, sister," Solo mutters, 
  shoving his cards back into the main pile. He considers the woman across 
  from him, shifts in his seat, and then adds sheepisly, "Why don't you pick a 
  topic for me to 'fess up on?"

Jindra returns the nod and smiles as she can hear most of the conversation 
  over the game. She glances down at the datapad, though it is not even 
  activated at the time. She then looks back curiously at those in the lounge.

The Corellian's opponent grins unrepentingly, "Aww, now that's too 
  easy...What's the most embarrasing thing you've ever done?"
Mei adds, "I -am- lousy. I'm just having a bit of luck tonight." Her eyes 
  sparkle teasingly.

Han Solo shifts to slouch in the other direction in his chair, and clears his 
  throat, trying to look casual. He fidgets with a couple of the cards, and 
  then hazards, "The _most_ embarrassing thing...?"

The spy smiles stubbornly, "Yep."

Jindra lets the datapad slide out of her hand and onto the couch. She grins as 
  she listens and then rises from her seat. She walks toward the cooking area 
  and finds herself a small glass of water from the supplies. She turns 
  back to the Sabaac players and she leans against the wall quietly.

"Um," says the Corellian intelligently, looking distinctly like a man trying 
  to choose from a wide variety of possibilities. "You, ah, want this 
  _recent_?"

"Recent will be fine...If it's so hard to choose." Mei crosses her arms and 
  smiles expectantly.

Jindra smirks as she listens to the strangers, but her expression is soon 
  hidden as she takes a sip from her glass.

Solo fidgets again, frowning, and thinking to himself that maybe he'd better 
  stick with something... not so recent. "Let's, ah... just go with trying to, 
  ah... explain to Leia why I, ah..." He shoves a hand through his hair, 
  putting it into disarray despite his recent haircut. And he finishes 
  gruffly, "Came back to help out at, ah, the Battle of Yavin."

The spy smirks just a little bit, "Mmmmmhmm. She must have grilled you about 
  it pretty good."

Jindra lowers her glass to look at the pair with even more interest now. She 
  steps toward the table, thinking perhaps it was time she introduced herself. 
  "Pardon me, " she says, politely, looking from one to the other, "Please 
  don't let me disturb your game, but I thought I should at least introduce 
  myelf....Dr. Jindra Langri, " she says with a nod and a friendly smile.

Meileani looks up and smiles a little. "Nice to meet you, Dr. Langri. I'm Mei 
  Kirand."

"Well... not exactly," Solo begins, before his hazel gaze snaps up to meet the 
  newcomer. Salvation! He flashes her a lopsided grin that contains more than 
  a little gratitude, and replies promptly, "Han Solo."

Mei eyes the Corellian, "Not so fast, handsome." She grins, tapping the table, 
  "I don't think that counts as a secret, really."

Affronted, Solo protests, "Hey, it embarrassed the hells outta me, sister...!"

She smiles, "Why?"

Jindra nods to the woman and says, "Nice to meet you as well." She then turns 
  back to the man, her eyes widening just slighty, "Solo, " she repeats, "Sir, 
  I consider it a great honor to make your acquaintance., " she says, with a 
  formality not really fitting with the lighthearted conversation of the 
  others.

"Wha? Ah... um." Is Han actually _blushing_? He looks up startledly at Jindra, 
  and mutters out in a rather gruffer tone, "Thanks." He also hasn't answered 
  Mei's question.

The dark-haired woman smiles serenely, "I know you aren't a welsher, Solo." 
  Her voice is light.

Casual. Right. Casual. The Corellian recovers a reasonable approximation of 
  his sabacc face, and barks to Mei, "I had to avoid... gettin' all mushy at 
  Her Highnessness, alright?" Gathering up the cards and shoving them at her 
  for her deal, he adds, "It was... too soon."

Jindra takes another sip of her water, thinking it best not to interrupt 
  again. She looks back at the man, quite ready to hear his answer as well. 
  She lowers her glass and smiles broadly when he finally replies.

"Ahhh. I see." She grins and shuffles the cards. Mei glances at Solo with a 
  touch of amusement before she deals.

Determined, now, to win back a little of his dignity, Solo leans forward in 
  his chair, eying Meileani Kirand's hands intently as she gathers up the 
  cards. From the look in his eyes, he's still thinking about the confession 
  that's been wrested out of him, though he hasn't elaborated on it.

Jedi-Master
 1_of_Sabers
 4_of_Flasks
 2_of_Flasks
 Score: -6

Jindra returns her glass to the cooking area of the lounge and then returns to 
  the couch to retrieve her datapad. She looks back at the pair, her eyes 
  lingering on Solo for a longer moment. She moves toward the doorway before 
  offering, "Have fun, ...while you can." She snickers and moves to the 
  doorway.

Mei smiles innocently at the former smuggler, "If it helps at all...You've 
  obviously done a good job with her. The Princess, I mean."

Something about this discussion seems to be discomfitng the Corellian. He 
  mutters, "Well, of course I have, she's nuts about me," but there's 
  something reflexive, something even a little defensive, about the man's 
  tone. He latches his attention onto his cards, his sabacc face wavering, 
  just a little.

Jindra walks out the hatchway, into the main accessway.
Jindra has left.

You discard your 'Jedi-Master'. Your card values have changed, type 'show' 
  before discarding again. After you have discarded 2 to 4 cards, type 'draw' 
  as many times as your discarded. Type 'done' after drawing.
You discard your '1_of_Sabers'. Your card values have changed, type 'show' 
  before discarding again. After you have discarded 2 to 4 cards, type 'draw' 
  as many times as your discarded. Type 'done' after drawing.

You draw 'Idiot'
You draw 'Lord_of_Sith'

4_of_Flasks
 2_of_Flasks
 Idiot
 Lord_of_Sith
 Score: 17

The spy shifts the subject a bit. "Well, Mr. Solo, if you win this hand, I 
  guarantee something almost as embarrassing as that." She grins.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," he replies, flicking a forefinger out to shake 
  it at the woman before him, before he resettles his hand. "Let's see those 
  cards."

Laya shows his hand to everybody:
Smuggler
 Jedi-Knight
 11_of_Coins
 2_of_Staves
Score: 4

4_of_Flasks
 2_of_Flasks
 Idiot
 Lord_of_Sith
 Score: 17

"Ha," Solo pronounces, defiantly.

The agent winces, "Well, I did promise..." She takes a breath. "Alright, this 
  doesn't live this room?"

"I'll personally serenade all of Rogue Squadron if it ever gets out," the 
  Corellian promises, straight-faced.

She laughs, just a little nervously. "My first week out on my very first 
  freighter run...I was working crew on this absolute garbage scow. Anyway, we 
  stop in port on some little world with a two-bit cantina, and the other crew 
  members drag me out to go drinking with them...They say it's an initiation."
The spy continues, "About three hours after we start, I'm almost falling down 
  drunk...Next thing I know, I wake up in this store room, locked in and 
  stripped to my skivvies." She grins just a little, "They didn't touch me, 
  but they took my clothes..." She crinkles her nose, "They were waiting in 
  the tavern for me to pound on the door long enough to get the barkeeper's 
  attention...Once I figured that out, I didn't want them to have the 
  satisfaction..."

Solo's eyebrows are up, and he listens with avid attention, hands paused in 
  the act of gathering up the cards for his next deal.

Her blue eyes twinkle a little ruefully, "So I climbed out the window wearing 
  nothing but my pride and a few scraps of silk, and walked back to the 
  ship...About a mile, through this backwater town. It's a miracle I wasn't 
  arrested, but I wasn't entirely sober. It would have been fine if the guys 
  hadn't found out I escaped and chased after me with a holo-recorder. They 
  copied the entire thing and played it whenever I walked into a room for the 
  next month."
She finishes, "And -that-, my friend, is the most embarrassing event of my 
  life."

Solo leans back in his seat, now grinning that wide, lopsided grin of his. 
  "This," he proclaims sagely, "is why you get your own ship." He chuckles 
  huskily, gathers up the deck, and considers, glancing over his shoulder off 
  towards the bridge, then back again. "Whaddya think? Can't be too much 
  longer before we hit Tat."

Agent Kirand checks her chrono, "Nope. Might be a while before we land, 
  depending on how nit-picky the officials are about letting us down."
The spy sits back, adding, "As for getting my own ship...Closest I've ever 
  come is the Zig, and that's part of the reason NRI's sending me to Tatooine. 
  I know that ship as well as I know myself."

Solo nods knowingly, allowing, "Same with me and the _Falcon_. Shall we keep 
  goin'?" He holds the cards ready to deal.

Mei nods, "Sure. I doubt we'll actually get off of this ship for a while."

"That's the other thing about havin' your own ship," Solo observes, dealing 
  the cards. "You don't hafta sit around goin' nuts waiting."

"I can only imagine." She smiles easily and studies her cards.

3_of_Staves
 Commander_of_Flasks
 Mistress_of_Sabers
 Mistress_of_Staves
 Score: 41

Which of them has to confess, this time? The Corellian has recovered his 
  composure now, though he considers the agent across the table as he turns 
  his cards over.

3_of_Staves
 Commander_of_Flasks
 Mistress_of_Sabers
 Mistress_of_Staves
 Score: 18

The lady does the same, watching her opponent carefully.

Laya shows his hand to everybody:
Jedi_Knight
 1_of_Sabers
 Idiot
 Bounty-Hunter
Score: 14

"You're up again," rumbles Solo, almost, _almost_ lazily. His eyes, however, 
  are alert.

"Would you like to know something in particular, or shall I just confess 
  something at random?" Blue eyes regard the Corellian evenly.

Without batting an eye, Solo replies, "Surprise me."

The spy hmms thoughtfully. "A secret, then." She crosses her arms, looking at 
  the table without really seeing it. "I joined New Republic because the 
  Empire murdered my family, when I was about 18. What nobody else knows is 
  the reason why I wasn't killed with them." She swallows a bit. "I...had run 
  off, to visit this officer I had a crush on. An Imperial officer, at a base 
  near my cousin's house. While I was there, his squad publically executed my 
  father for subversive activities." She snorts, "He wrote anti-Imperial 
  articles for the local paper." She fidgets a bit. "I came back a few months 
  later, and left the day after that officer died mysteriously from food 
  poisoning."
Her chin comes up, "That's one secret I don't regret."

"Wish I could say I know how you feel," murmurs the Corellian, a small version 
  of his lopsided grin curling one end of his mouth, "but well, hey, I never 
  had a father."

Her eyes are dark, "Trust me...You don't want to know what it's like to lose 
  your family like that. I hope you never have to." She forces a smile and 
  shrugs, "My deal?"

Solo's eyes, too, go a little dark. "Your deal," he murmurs simply, nudging 
  the cards in Mei's direction.

7_of_Coins
 3_of_Flasks
 Jedi_Master
 Bounty-Hunter
 Score: 0

Now more solemn of eye, Han murmurs, "I tell ya what, sweetheart, we keep this 
  up, we're gonna hafta get out the brandy. If we had some brandy." He 
  considers his hand, still neutrally, though his demeanor is more sober now.

You discard your 'Jedi_Master'. Your card values have changed, type 'show' 
  before discarding again. After you have discarded 2 to 4 cards, type 'draw' 
  as many times as your discarded. Type 'done' after drawing.

Stretching the kinks from her back, the spy nods ruefully, "I don't think the 
  Major is the type to keep up much of a liquor cabinet." Her brow crinkles 
  slightly at her hand.

You discard your '3_of_Flasks'. Your card values have changed, type 'show' 
  before discarding again. After you have discarded 2 to 4 cards, type 'draw' 
  as many times as your discarded. Type 'done' after drawing.

Solo trades off a couple of cards, and murmurs dryly, "I'd have dipped into my 
  stash, but Chewie took off with the _Falcon_ before I could finish packing."

You draw '3_of_Coins'
You draw '2_of_Sabers'

7_of_Coins
 Bounty-Hunter
 3_of_Coins
 2_of_Sabers
 Score: 15

Mei cocks an eyebrow, "He did?"

"Yeah," the Corellian rasps, his eyes on his hand as he turns it over for 
  viewing.

She gives one last look at her cards before flipping them.

Laya shows his hand to everybody:
Ace_of_Sabers
 Idiot
 9_of_Staves
 Dark_Jedi
Score: 12

Solo's mouth flickers again in another small smile, but his expression is 
  starting to turn sheepish; perhaps the Corellian is getting a bit 
  uncomfortable with wresting secret after secret out of his opponent. "One 
  more," he suggests.

The unlucky lady laughs. "Aiee...I'm running out of secrets. Hmm..." She taps 
  her chin, then smiles ruefully. "When I was fourteen, I sneaked into the 
  Royal wine cellars and stole three bottles of wine on a dare...I escaped 
  free and easy and was busy sharing with my friends when I heard the alarms 
  go off...Turns out the wine I had stolen was three hundred years old and 
  some of the most valuable liquid on the planet." She coughs. "They found the 
  bottles neatly stacked next to the door within about half an hour."

Solo gapes, then grins, and blows out a long breath. "By the Original Light," 
  he breathes. "_Three hundred_...?"

The spy actually giggles, protesting modestly, "The labels were so worn out I 
  thought nobody would even notice they were gone...How was I supposed to know 
  they were worth a hundred times their weight in gold?"

Solo shakes his head marvellingly, still actually grinning, the expression 
  seeming just a trifle odd on a face that's been grim and distant for days 
  now. "Don't wanna think about what I'da done with it when _I_ was fourteen," 
  he confides. One hand plays with a few loose cards, and he gives a low 
  chuckle. "Dewlanna'd have had my hide if I'da drunk it, but I'm not sure 
  I'da cared."

Mei laughs, a little ruefully, "Well, once the alarms started going the last 
  thing on my mind was drinking..." She shakes her head, "I haven't told a 
  soul that I was the one who did that..."

"I'da run like nine kinds of hell," Solo declares. Even if the grin doesn't 
  quite reach his eyes, he does seem more relaxed, and he considers the woman 
  sitting across from him, almost gratefully. He just nods a little to her 
  further words, and finally says, shoving cards together into a pile, "So."

The dark-haired woman smiles a little, stretching absently. "I had my bag 
  packed, but my folks had made my favorite supper and I just couldn't work up 
  the nerve..." She grins.

If there's a flicker of envy in the Corellian's hazel eyes, it goes by 
  quickly, and he certainly doesn't comment in any way that gives away such an 
  emotion. But he does, as he finishes gathering the cards together into their 
  deck, say wryly, "Well, next time I drink somethin' suitably old -- I'll 
  toast ya."

The spy smiles, even as the ship leaves hyperdrive and prepares to land on 
  Tatooine, "Thanks, Solo." She stands, gracefully, "Well, it looks like we 
  have arrived...Time to get into costume."

Solo nods, grinning a little less visibly, the grin settling down 
  into an ever so slightly sheepish smile. "Yeah... uh. Good game," he says, 
  stuffing the cards into a pocket.

Meileani echoes that grin, although hers is a touch more amused, "Thanks, even 
  though I wasn't much competition." She walks towards the door, pausing to 
  add, "Thanks for the conversation, too. It's...been a while."

"Likewise," says the Corellian, with enough manners to stand as the woman 
  takes her leave. "See ya 'round."

Meileani waves a bit, and takes her leave.

[End log.]